Betsy looked as well as she could over her shoulder ... and in years to
come she can shut her eyes and see again in every detail that rustic
procession under the golden, September light.
But she looked anxiously at the clock. It was nearing five. Oh, suppose
the girl forgot and danced too long!
"Two bottles of ginger ale and half a dozen doughnuts," said a man with
a woman and three children.
Betsy looked feverishly among the bottles ranged on the counter,
selected two marked ginger ale, and glared at their corrugated tin
stoppers. How DID you get them open?
"Here's your opener," said the man, "if that's what you're looking for.
Here, you get the glasses and I'll open the bottles. We're in kind of a
hurry. Got to catch a train."
Well, they were not the only people who had to catch a train, Betsy
thought sadly. They drank in gulps and departed, cramming doughnuts into
their mouths. Betsy wished ardently that the girl would come back. She
was now almost sure that she had forgotten and would dance there till
nightfall. But there, there she came, running along, as light-footed
after an hour's dancing as when she had left the booth.
"Here you are, kid," said the young man, producing a quarter. "We've had
the time of our young lives, thanks to you."
Betsy gave him back one of the nickels that remained to her, but he
refused it.
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